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Gay Sex in Prison: Volume 2

Locked Up With the Prison Beast


Gary Bonds


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My Intro:

Hi,

I’m Gary Bonds. Let me say ‘Thank You’ for your interest in this 2-story ebook, taken from a new series of prison sex; a series coming about simply because of the sheer volume of email requests that I’ve received for this kind of hard and explicit sex story. And trust me, the action in this series is raw and brutal, so if that’s your thing then I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.

Both of the following stories have a similar theme of a young boy, maybe not so innocent as he looks, thrown into an adult prison for the first time and facing the harsh reality of life with hard-nosed, older, highly frustrated long termers who can’t wait to get their hands on new intake, fresh meat. It’s how they cope that counts; a matter of go with the flow or pay the deadly consequences.

Hard and dirty; this is protection in return for payment by the only means they have. If you prefer ‘pig sex’ with older men and younger boys as opposed to sloppy kisses and dreamy romantic slop then this is for you.

You may already know of my work and how I function, but just in case you never heard of me before, let me briefly fill you in on a thing or two about me and my writing; first and foremost I don’t do romance. I write extreme xxx hardcore that leaves nothing to the imagination, arouses and satisfies. These new series of prison sex will definitely not leave you high and dry; nice slow build ups to explosive climaxes.

I get most of my story lines from real life experiences; either from emails I receive or from what I overhear in bars or from what guys tell me. All I do afterwards is to try and put it all down without losing out on the feelings and depth. It’s as simple as that.

So that’s how my stories come into print.

Mostly I tend to write, or retell, the stuff I hear about brutal sex such as one nighters, pickups, gang bangs and group sex, and freaky relationships, that’s the kind of stuff that piques my interest. I also write a lot about pig sex and prison sex, bears and daddys, and older guys with younger cum sluts; the hotter the better as far as I’m concerned.

I always value feedback and I’d love to hear your thoughts about the story you are about to read. Every email I get I respond to, and that includes the ones that tell me to quit and go get a proper day job…..!

So right at the end of this short ebook I’ve given you my email contacts. All my details are on my Smashwords author page too, so if you get two minutes go take a look at what makes me tick and what turns me on. All my work is listed there too.

Once again I hope you enjoy this one, if so a positive review would be nice, but if you don’t then please kindly email me and give me your viewpoints. I’m always glad to hear from you and always open to advice....

Thanks again,

Gary Bonds


Locked Up With the Prison Beast

I couldn’t believe it. How the hell I had landed up in here, in this shit hole. And with that evil looking bastard sitting there staring at me like he could eat me alive. He probably could. The size of the guy, he was massive.

My lawyer let me down badly; even the cops prosecuting me said so. When they led me down to the holding cells I could have cried. I would have too if it hadn’t have been for all the others watching me as they unlocked the door and pushed me in. I had to put on a brave show. I had to or I knew what would happen.

I’m only twenty, probably look a year or two younger than that, but old enough to get thrown into the adult prison instead of into one of those younger intern places. That’s how my luck has been recently and nothing I did or tried seemed to shake the monkey off my back.

That was this morning; the court, the holding cell, the drive across town in the meat wagon, then the induction and now this. Stuck in this tiny cramped cell with this monster. Just my fucking luck.

“You new in here, boy?” The monster growled at me “What shit did you do?”

“Yeah…I mean no. Nothing” I stammered

“You piece of shit” He butted in “Of course you did something. They don’t put you in here for doing nothing. Tell me the truth, boy, I aint in the mood to be fucked about by a shit head like you”

I stood there, not daring to move, telling him the story about the stupid night of joy riding and the accident. I told him about how the cops had been at the scene within minutes, much too quickly for me to have got out of there and disappear.

“Is that true?” He grunted, staring up at me from his bunk. He was sitting, half laying, on the bed, stretched out across it, his long muscular legs reaching across the floor, almost touching me.

“Yeah…It’s all true.”

“Hey it’s ‘boss’ when you talk to me. Got it? He angered “Or daddy. And you’re ‘bitch’. Little pussy boy bitch, understand bitch?”

Where the hell was this leading to, I wondered. Why the fuck had they put me in with this crazy bastard?

“Sure boss”

“Better….that’s better, bitch. You gotta learn respect”

He stood up and raised himself to his full height. This guy was big. He looked almost as broad as he was tall and full of all those poorly done prison tattoos that made him look like the prison bad guy. I guess he liked that image. It definitely scared the crap out of me.

“You gotta learn respect” He repeated “Got to learn how to please your daddy. Got to learn how to show me respect and make me feel good”

Then in a sudden move, he was on me, against me, pressing his belly into me. I smelled his breath, smelled his sweat. I was panic stricken, my heart beating in my chest like a drum. He must have sensed it because all of a sudden he laughed out loud, then, without any effort at all, threw me down onto his bunk.

“I’m gonna teach you all about respect, bitch” He snarled “You better be a quick learner….Or else”

I didn’t have a clue what to do or say, so stayed quiet, waiting to see what his next move would be. He did nothing for a while, staring down at me, weighing me up. It was like a Mexican standoff. Neither of us moving or saying anything.

“Ok” He finally spoke “You’ll be sleeping in that one and I’ll have the top one. I aint having you up there, on top of me, farting and pulling yourself off all night long”

And that was my first introduction to Greg, or daddy as I had to call him. My first ever time in prison and banged up with a dirty looking, long timer like him was going to be no picnic. I knew that straight away. Over the next few days I tried my best to keep out of his way if I possibly could, but hard to do in such a small cell. I tried to get out on work postings and even joined the religious classes, anything to get away from daddy and his constant ramblings about ‘respect’.


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